I never trusted my brother’s wife. Something about her just didn’t sit right with me. And when expensive gifts started disappearing, my instincts screamed at me. I had to know the truth. But what I uncovered? It wasn’t anything I expected. My name’s Hanna. I’m 28, living in Raleigh, working as a receptionist at a dental office. Sounds boring, right? But it isn’t. You meet all kinds of people, catch little glimpses of their lives, and you start to notice things—tiny details, shifts in tone, people’s energy. Maybe that’s why

I thought I knew everything about my husband—until one overheard conversation turned my world upside down. That day, everything I believed about our life, our love, and our first child came crashing down around me. Peter and I had been married for three years. We met one unforgettable summer, a whirlwind of laughter, late-night talks, and stolen glances that felt like destiny. He was smart, funny, kind—everything I’d ever imagined in a partner. A few months later, I found out I was pregnant with our first child. We were overjoyed.

A WINDOW, A SECRET, AND A TRUTH THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING Months earlier, in a huge mansion on the quiet northern edge of the city, Hannah Hale lived like a shadow—lonely, fragile, and dreaming of sunlight she wasn’t allowed to touch. Her stepmother, Veronica, complained about noise every day.Her father, Richard, worked late nights, always tired, always distracted. And Hannah?She spent her days lying in her room, too sick to run outside, too weak to even play. She whispered to herself sometimes, “Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel strong again…” but tomorrow never